How do we live on every word
that issues from the mouth of God?
Words crumble in our hands,
they break and bend.
How could they feed a starving man?
But when all that we eat turns to ash
and still hunger rages on inside
perhaps this is what our fainting spirits ask:
that you, Lord, would be our bread and wine.
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